At the sound of gunfire, Ezra jumped, clearly startled. Though, her panic was mixed with rage and some form of irritation. Violence was one of the many things she would fight- verbally- against, but, since she was attempting to get away from the imagination of wherever she was, the red-head didn't exactly have time for a speech. "They would indeed," She agreed with a nod, moving forward and shuffling around the room. "Do you think there would be anything to explain the situation better, perhaps? Other than the foul warning?"
“No... but for the sake of decency could ya maybe find something to put on?” The man asked his face redder than a tomato as he left the room
Raising a brow, she looked down at her clothing, which was, in fact, split down the middle due to it being torn. Besides that, her layers of skirts were ripped from her panic previously, which took place while she was running from the tall, white and lengthy creature with a disordered face. Her cheeks flushed with rosiness. "Oh- I apologize, Dee-" She inhaled, quickly seeing why she was handed the man's jacket. Quickly, Ezra slipped it on over her shoulders and folded it across her chest, readjusting her scarf as she did so. She shook her head at herself. "Ní féidir leat a bheith buartha faoi do chuid gnéithe fiú. Pfft. Os comhair duine eile, freisin! Tá tú níos fearr ná seo." Which roughly translated to 'You can't even worry about your features. Pfft. In front of someone else, too! You are better than this', which was nothing more than a lecture to herself. She apologized beneath her breath while swiping a pair of flats, putting them on as she left the room after Dee. "Again, I greatly apologize, I- ehm-" She took yet another deep breath. "Could we possibly just forget that happened..?"
“Sure...” Dee was looking outside the city was in ruins military vehicles of unknown origin were roaming the streets shooting anyone they saw...as they heard footsteps Dee charged at Ezra knocking her back into the bedroom and closing the door just as the door the apartment opened...
Gasping, Ezra blinked a few times to regain her focus, only getting a glance at the outer chaos before she was rushed back into the room. "What-?" She cut herself off, deciding it was most likely not the best option to speak at the moment. She looked around the room, quickly helping Dee to his feet as she gestured to underneath the bed while confusion flashed across her eyes.
“obyskivat' kvartiru i ne brat' plennykh” a voice would say it was russian for “search the place and take no prisoners” what sounded like a city wide PA system played the Soviet anthem but the recording was distorted ina very disturbing manner: https://youtu.be/NWwczBMiDrE
Ezra looked around the room in a slight panic, her eyes landing on a window. Without a second thought, she found herself rushing towards it in a hurry. She swung it open and threw one leg over the ledge, mumbling. "Being injured is better than being killed, hm?" She huffed, looking up at the man before fully placing herself on the ledge of the window, daring to glance at the ground far from beneath her.
Dee charged at the 2 men taking the AK-47 from one and shooting them both in the head “c’mon put these on...” he helped Ezra back in and handed her the clothes of one of the soldiers as he put on the uniform of the other
She huffed, her lips puckered in irritation. "Or you could perform an escape with the use of violence." After sliding into the apartment once again, Ezra sighed, slightly disappointed. "We could've survived without.. harming them, hm? Next time, I will not be so willing to mend to your ways." It wasn't exactly a threat, but it was an attempt to be one. She muttered a small apologize to the soul of the soldier as she turned in the opposing direction, putting on the clothing she was given with regret filling her mind.
“Here...” Dee handed her an AK-47 as he picked up the other one and opened the door for her “Ladies first...” he said with a strangely deep Russian accent it was different from his normal voice but it seemed natural to him...
She almost winced. There was no possible way she could pull of a Russian accent, so her natural Irish tone would have to do, for now. Though, that was the least of her worries. "I.. I can't hold the gun." Immediately, Ezra handed the gun back to Dee. She was going to question his accent, but decided not to after a moment's pause. She rushed out the door. It only confirmed half of her beliefs, the accent and the killing. The woman shuddered. Dee could be trusted, couldn't he..?
Dee grudgingly put the rifle down picking up the holster with a makarov pistol from one of the soldiers and catching up to get to hand it to her “look you need some kind of gun or they’ll get suspicious... just put the pistol on your belt..”
"I'll tell them I misplaced it, if they dare approach," The red-head snarled, shaking her head and, yet again, refusing the weapon. "If I'm going to stand my ground against the laws of good humanity, I'm going to do it well." She glared at the gun. "And that means no weapons."
Dee sighed he clipped the holster onto his belt “so what’s the plan?” He said his voice strangely returning to its normal semi-southern accent
"Well, I was hoping you had one, but I suppose we'll have to make one now?" Ezra laughed nervously, twisting her hair into a sloppy bun. Finally, she muttered something about his accent. "Is that natural or..?" The red-head paused. "Nevermind that, I suppose. I mean, are we going t attempt to get to the facility, or are we going somewhere else..?" For the first time in what felt like forever, Ezra had no true idea of what she was doing.
“Well there has to be some way to get the door back... I’m guessing we have to do something first... though a more important question... can you speak Russian?
"Russian?" She paused for a moment, shaking her head. "Just Irish, I'm afraid. I'm guessing you can, perhaps..?" The red-head quickly caught herself as she fumbled over the air. "Well- I shouldn't assume. The accent you managed to pull off was.. believable, and, therefore, I made a guess. But, to answer your question, I cannot speak the language, no."
Dee stares blankly at her and his left eye twitched something she had said triggered something in him as he quietly mumbled jibberish...
Ezra took a step back. The last time she had irritated someone ended with nine bullets beneath her skin. "Dee..?" She rose a brow, slightly worried. "Are you alright..?" This was it, she thought, this was it. She had played her moves wrong, and now she was going to lose the game.
Dee shook his head violently “I... I’m fine...” he said his voice changing back to a deep Russian accent “we need to keep moving”he said as he opened the door to a stairwell to the street “Ladies first” he said with a sarcastic wink
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